I love you, I won't kill you

In December, the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan, a landlocked country located in central and western Asia, once again ushered in the coldest, driest, and drier month in the whole year, with the lowest temperature reaching -12°C.

At this time, an obsidian-colored Chevrolet Suburban all-terrain SUV known for its strength and sturdiness was driving fast on the country road leading to Camp Baschen, the US Marine Corps station in Helmand Province in the south. .

Brandon Balfour, wearing an outdoor sports cap, a brown jacket, and desert combat boots, sat in the seat behind the driver in the second row, ecstatically watching the uninhabited desert scenery outside the left window.

"Uh, boss, do you need some water?" The driver, Ethan, glanced at Brandon in the rearview mirror and said.

"No thanks. How long until we get to Bastion?" Brandon asked.

"About 20 more minutes."

"Well, I see. Ethan, Christmas is only a few days away, want to go home?"

"Of course, everyone here wants to go home. Not just us, but the Marines."

"You are right."

The Chevrolet SUV was speeding on the road, and the sand and dust raised slowly rose into the air.Ethan stared at the road ahead and asked, "Sir, why did you come to the Marine Corps barracks in Helmand Province near Christmas?"

Brandon glanced at Ethan, "Why? This is all the fault of the fucking 'Blackwater' company."

"Sir, do you mean that President Karzai will change his attitude towards us?"

"Well, I got some updates from my dad about our relationship with Afghanistan."

Then, he added, "Our Afghan ally obviously has a lot of dissatisfaction with international private security contractors in Afghanistan."

"I think that after Christmas Karzai will have his hands on us."

"Is this impossible? The U.S. and NATO forces stationed in Afghanistan contract some security projects to private security agencies. Also, the UN agencies in Afghanistan and some aid organizations also use private security. Karzai did this , isn't he afraid of..."

While the two were talking, a "puff...chi" sound came from the position of the left front wheel of the car.Ethan stepped on the brake quickly, "Sir, I think our tire may have blown out."

"Blown tire? Well, well, stop and fix it."

"Sir, uh, I need you to cover me. That way, we can get out of here quickly."

Brandon nodded and took a look at the handheld GPS coordinate device beside him, "Our current location is 10 minutes away from Bastion. If there is any problem, I hope the marines will Come save us."

Before getting out of the car, Ethan smiled, "Boss, don't worry. No matter what, I, a former SEAL sergeant, can still hold off five or six Taliban elements."

Tactical bulletproof vest, tactical fireproof gloves, M4A1 carbine with ACOG scope and front grip, plus the modified M1911A1 pistol in the leg holster. Looks nothing like a Marine.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, he watched the hilly area not far from the road vigilantly with guns in both hands. After a few minutes, he turned around and said to Brandon in the car, "Sir, it's safe. Now, you can cover me."

Brandon got out of the car, walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk and said, "What do you think of Lieutenant Amanda McLaren of the 39th Air Group?"

Ethan slung the carbine by his side and said while holding the car repair toolbox, "I don't know. Boss, you want to recruit her from the Marine Corps to the company?"

"I don't have that idea at the moment. I just...received a call from China."

"You are the boss, you have the final say. Amanda McLaren? Well, I seem to have heard that name somewhere."

Standing at the rear of the car, picking up the tactical bulletproof vest and preparing to put it on, Brandon suddenly saw a figure with a gun flashing out from behind the hills in front of the car from the windshield directly in front of him.

"Ethan, 12 o'clock!" Brandon yelled, picked up the MP5N submachine gun in the trunk and squatted on the left side of the car.

"I saw it. Boss, cover me!" Ethan dropped the toolbox, knelt down on one leg and picked up the carbine, aiming at the figure with the gun with the scope.

"Damn it, Taliban! I think this must be their trap!" Brandon whispered.

"Boss, quickly put on the bulletproof vest and hide behind me!" Ethan replied.

The figure standing behind the hill is a Taliban armed with an AK47 assault rifle and dressed as a local Afghan.Looking coldly at the American car and the two Americans below, he fired without hesitation, "Da da da..."

"Bah bah..." Ethan aimed at the target's chest and fired three times.

The fierce Taliban ducked and dodged several carbine bullets.When he stood up again and was about to fire at the Americans, three companions with AK47 assault rifles and an RPG rocket on his shoulder flashed behind the hill on the right.

"Nine o'clock, fire!" Brandon roared, raised the U.S. Navy version of the MP5N submachine gun and fired.

"Boss, they have an RPG! Call for reinforcements!" Ethan yelled, and retreated to the other side of the car while firing.

"Bastard! It's not that easy to blow me up!" Brandon cursed, and hurried to find the intercom in the trunk.

"Bah bah bah..." There were a few more carbine shots, and Ethan shot and killed a Taliban.

"Swoosh..." A Russian-made anti-tank rocket with a trailing fire tail flew towards them.

"RPG!" Ethan yelled, and while shooting, he dragged Brandon towards a small mound not far from the rear of the car.

Before running to the back of the small mound, the two heard a "boom..." and the brand new SUV was blown up by the Taliban.

"Baschen, Baschen. I'm Brandon from TPOL, I need reinforcements!" Brandon yelled into the walkie-talkie again.

"This is Bastion, where are you?" A voice came from the intercom.

Ethan hid behind the mound, leaned out half of his body and fired violently while shouting, "Boss, when will they arrive?"

Brandon dropped the walkie-talkie and fired at several Taliban elements, "I'll be there in five minutes, hold on."

"Understood!" This time, Ethan finally aimed at the cunning militant who fired rockets at them, "Bah bah bah..."

"Good job!" Brandon cried as he watched the Afghan fall behind the hill.

At this moment, he saw sharply that a Taliban had picked up an RPG rocket launcher from his dead companion.At the same time, another Afghan appeared loading a rocket on the rocket launcher.

"Damn, these bastards!" Brandon leaned out again and shot the two Afghans violently.

In the excitement of the fight, he completely forgot that his body was exposed to the enemy's firepower.During the firefight, when Ethan spotted an Afghan aiming at Brandon with an AK47, he yelled, "Boss, be careful!"

Just when Ethan pushed Brandon to the ground, "Da da da..." A string of AK47 bullets hit him.

"God! Ethan, you've been shot!!" Brandon stared at Ethan's injured left arm in disbelief.

"Yeah, I was bitten by a few Taliban 'mosquitoes'! Boss, I'm fine." Ethan glanced at his bleeding left arm and replied with a forced smile.

"Wait, I'll avenge you!" When Brandon was about to fight back, he found something bad.

At this time, he had already used up 5 rounds of the MP30N submachine gun, and his spare magazine and grenade were also blown up along with the Chevrolet SUV.

Now, with no time to think, he hurriedly knelt beside Ethan, "Do you still have any ammunition?"

"Of course. Take it, kill these sons of bitches!" Ethan shoved the M4A1 carbine into Brandon's hand.

"Damn, why haven't these marines arrived yet? Ethan, we can't stay here any longer!"

"Okay. There's another mound behind us, go there."

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